On Wednesday, Kathy gave herself another Weight Loss Report Card, where she basically says she’s eating slightly fewer vegetables, but in every other area of life, approaching perfection despite the greatest efforts of her diabolical, attention-needing 18-month-old baby.
Last time I gave myself a B+ overall – good effort but too many slips…or whatever you want to call them.
I feel like it’s hard to talk about weight loss in the blog world without accusations that you’re being too hard on yourself,
Or maybe that’s just because fellow “healthy living bloggers” know that if they flatter you, their comment — and link to their blog — is less likely to get deleted.
but I’m in this stage now where I am totally happy with my body but I want to lose 5ish more pounds to get me where I maintained for years. The “Vanity Pounds” if you will.
I will not.
Okay, so Kathy’s telling her audience that she’s super strict with herself when it comes to diet and exercise, and that she knows that people are going to say she’s too hard on herself, and she doesn’t even need to lose weight because she totes loves her body; she’s just so in touch that she can embrace her “vanity.” She’s also been having a little chat with her ovary-parts lately, she admits in the comments:
Kathy promises she’ll discuss this fascinating topic more in an upcoming post called “Then and Now” about how
In the last six months, she’s been working out and her clothes “fit better,” and she didn’t gain any weight over the holidays, but she hasn’t lost the “magic 5 pounds” she thought she would from weaning her baby, “alas.” She then says exactly the same thing twice:
Since having Mazen I have yet to “get serious” about weight loss. I haven’t had to resort to counting calories or cutting out all sugar or wine. I have always kept these methods in my back pocket but haven’t needed to use them …. I’ve debated getting really serious about weight loss – meaning cutting out all of the treats and/or keeping a food journal or counting calories, but I haven’t gotten to the point yet where I feel that is necessary. I’m kind of holding out to prove to myself that I can get there without needing to put that much effort in.
She ends the essay portion of the self-assessment by saying maybe
when spring springs might lose the same few pounds that I always do in warmer weather
So, she’s “downgraded” her “Vegetable Intake” from A+ to B because “the winter yucks” have made her not want vegetables.
This isn’t a huge concern though because it’s not salad season and salads don’t rule all (diversity does).
She’s changed her “Portion Control” grade from a B+ to an A, which I think means her grandmother has to give her a five-dollar bill in a cute card and tell her what a bright child she is. This is partially because she’s paying Cook Smarts to send her recipes saying exactly what to eat, and partially because her child is sleeping in so late that it’s really cutting into her time before her 9 a.m. start time at the gym, which is rigid because — I don’t know, maybe Kathy thinks she’ll get fired.
Lunch used to be a royal event, but now I just eat whatever’s in the fridge to knock my hunger out. #lifeofamom.
Oh boo hoo with your gym punctuality and your mid-day ravenousness.
She’s also given herself better grades in “Mindless Bites,” since she’s not selflessly saving “leftovers tossed away by” her child (she still only gives herself an A- though, because she ate an entire string cheese recently), and in “Dessert Intake” because she’s only got ice cream in the house, which is “just not appealing” in winter, and because
I went through a rough patch after Halloween when I had lots of chocolate on hand, but thanks to WASTE or WAIST I gave it away
She’s also not allowing herself alcohol at home unless it’s the weekend, so she’s changed her B- to a B:
During the week I’m trying to get my squiggly line to dip.
She awards herself “bonus points” for her “Exercise Quality” and continues to praise her “Exercise Motivation,” saying her gym’s childcare has been
saving my life.
She concludes by giving herself an A, which is super charming:
Even though I said above I haven’t tried very hard, I guess that’s not entirely true. I have been making small changes that add up – but it just doesn’t feel like I’m trying hard!
My Lately posts came in as the top favorite kind of post in my survey (although you are definitely an audience divided!),
she’s going to
provide a little more of the “me” behind my choices.
Standard KERF. Need to do something different? Focus more on yourself.
The KERF behind her choices this week was that she was “struggling” with an upset tummy at the gym. Thank goodness her toast and eggs and banana didn’t make her blow chunks, but a bowl of oatmeal
did not do me well at the gym later that morning. Mazen slept a little later than usual so we ate later, and oatmeal really fills me up. It’s the reason it was my go-to breakfast for so many years – it sits heavy in there!
The anecdote ends with her bragging that she wasn’t hungry until noon, so unless she let loose with a mortifying fart fest in “Athletic Conditioning,” it’s not clear how it sucked at the gym for her to have consumed oats. She then lists what she did for exercise every day: six miles pushing the stroller around, something called “Fitness Fusion” that includes “80s leg lifts and things”; “walking around Nola*”; “athletic conditioning”; time with her personal trainer; “stairmastering,” and, one day,
a short 20 minutes of cardio before I ducked out to join my friends in the pool.
Then, it’s time for some thoughts on how her child makes her lunchtime suck:
Too often I eat them standing up at the counter because I’m starving after my workout and shower, and Mazen needs me to change something about his lunch too much to sit down. Lunch used to be such a treat to take a break from my day, but I find these days I’m just itching to get it over with! Such a shame.
Her omgsocrappy lunches and dinners are: bread and leftover rice, chicken, and cheese; bread and soup with avocado on top;
bread and soup with cheese on top; bread, salad, chicken, sweet potatoes, cheese; “chickpeas, noodles and kale”; and this,
which she accidentally called “green curry.” Of her second serving of the foul thing, she writes:
Filled in with rice for carbs and hot sauce for flavor. This bowl didn’t fill me up as much…. good but on the watery side for some reason. Probably my mistake.
You think? Someone ought to call a plumber for that curry.
Still, there’s a tad more self-criticism in this post:
Another salad dinner – because I probably dropped the ball again but I don’t quite remember …. This salad had cooked zucchini, more leftover chicken and crumbled cheese over baby spinach. At least I had the thought to make a salad dressing from scratch! Our latest favorite is a mix of olive oil, apple cider vinegar, and a dill-flavored mustard that adds so much zest.
Last week was a bit hectic and crazy and I’m hoping this next week is on the calmer side : )
I don’t buy “hectic” or “crazy” unless there was a blizzard cattle herding she somehow neglected to mention, let alone both at the same time. That infuriating/spot-on New York Times article about being “busy” that everyone was talking about a few years ago wasn’t meant as a guide, Kathy.
Someone in her comments asks if he’s sick, and Kathy reasonably deflects the question by saying he’s just sick of winter, and the commenter is like, no, for reals, he looks “worn out,” and then chimes out a few comments later saying he looks “sunken.” Not pictured: Bath Matt sees the back and forth, sighs in frustration that Kierkegaard could only dream of, and goes back to making the fakery chain’s new (to him) wheat-dust-exposed nearly gluten-free recipe. My own theory is that he maybe looks tired because he didn’t realize they actually sent him a recipe, and has been science-ing until the wee hours trying to figure out on his own, in the basement, how to get gluten out of his flour, and that the results about as successful as this
multiplied by this: